vncnus Chapter 213 Scorching Earth
Chapter 213 Scorching Earth
Chapter 213 Scorching Earth
"Cooperation? You! Are not qualified."
The sound emanating from the python's throat was hoarse, like flames silently devouring firewood, licking its young little by little, when suddenly a crackling sound arose.
The Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau remained unconvinced: "Then I hope you can calm down before we talk again. I must point out that these magic wizards you want to save are eager to return home."
He put down the walkie-talkie.
Behind him stood Martin, stammering and spitting blood at him: "You beast! Just kill me! No one will cooperate with you!"
"You are still young and do not understand the laws governing this world. Everything is interconnected. There is no black-and-white opposition, only mutually beneficial cooperation. Among you wizards, there are people with close relationships with prime ministers and presidents of various countries. I am just following their example."
The director of the General Administration of Foreign Affairs said he felt everything was on track.
As long as he holds hostages, he can communicate with the wizard on the other side. And as long as he can communicate with the wizard on the other side, he is confident that he can persuade the wizard on the grounds of shared interests.
This is the self-cultivation of an intelligence chief.
It was also an essential path for his ambitions.
A person who cannot give a persuasive speech will never have the potential to become an excellent politician.
He stared at the monitor; the fire python, which appeared to be even larger, was melting the ground, seemingly trying to carve a path to the underground.
"What immense power—if, no, I must obtain this power," he murmured to himself, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
In areas undetectable by any detection instruments, subtle fluctuations, unlike anything ordinary people have ever encountered, constantly reverberate underground, as if probing and pinpointing locations.
However, neither radar, sound waves, nor light waves could record this undulating fluctuation on the monitoring station.
They could only let this undulating fluctuation gradually approach the basement where Martin and the others were.
On the surface, layers of soil, rocks, and reinforced concrete were melted into a liquid and gradually flowed down into the low-lying areas.
The nine-headed fire serpent continuously spewed flames, scorching the earth, turning rocks into molten lava, and melting metal into boiling iron, with each eruption of fire creating a deep crater in the ground.
Above this deep pit, the night was as bright as day, and the starry sky was constantly bursting with fireworks. Everyone was delighted by this scene.
Whether it was the wizards hiding in the dense forest or ordinary people who witnessed this scene through a few surveillance cameras that had not yet been destroyed.
A column of fire shot out from the large mouth on one of the giant python's heads. The fire struck the ground heavily, tearing away a layer of soil, and the intense heat melted another layer of soil.
With just one burst of flame, the ground dropped by twenty or thirty centimeters. Apart from the center of the drop, the area within a hundred meters of the point hit by the flames was scorched black, a deathly black.
Maxim's worldview was once again shattered. He had no idea that magic could be so destructive! He realized that magic wasn't just a word synonymous with mystery, but also with destruction!
She couldn't imagine how tragic the fate would be if a wizard, in his flesh and blood, faced this fiery behemoth.
Perhaps even the entire French Ministry of Magic couldn't subdue this giant—she began to consider the comparisons in her mind.
"This, this—" Quirrell, who had intended to show off Ravenclaw's extensive knowledge, was speechless. He had never seen anything like this before. Even when Voldemort controlled him, he only used the Cruciatus Curse. All he knew was Voldemort's Killing Curse, which was integrated into death itself.
However powerful a single-target attack may be, and even if it has the effect of instant death, it is far inferior to a group attack with full special effects on the field.
It's hard to say that Ryan chose to set the fire not to show off—this thought suddenly occurred to him, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he was of his reasoning; his junior was indeed someone who liked to show off.
Dumbledore gazed longingly at the dazzling gold, recalling a similarly intense, bright blue fire in his memory.
He muttered to himself, "The fire you hoped for has finally been lit. This time, I acquiesced."
Back at Hogwarts, Gale, who remained at the school to oversee things, sneezed: "Who's talking about me?"
Because of his prophetic talent, he felt tonight that something was going to happen that was deeply connected to him from a mystical perspective.
However, they were completely baffled and could not find the reason.
"That's strange. Maxim claimed he was coming to see Albus, so Albus and Ryan went to meet him—but he hasn't returned yet."
He tapped on the desk.
Several known conditions were arranged and combined in his mind.
Dumbledore and the others did not return to their office.
Bousbateton, located in France.
It's related to myself.
From a mystical perspective, Albus and Lane are closely related to himself.
A line gradually became clearer.
"The people involved that day were in France, in Paris, just like today—except I wasn't there, but Ryan was."
"Kraine is my disciple, who inherited my magical skills—from a mystical perspective, he can be seen as my successor at this moment—"
His eyes grew brighter and brighter, eagerly hoping that Ryan would return and share his feat with him.
In the twentieth district, the nine-headed fire python, which should not exist in the human world, has swelled to nearly a thousand meters in length, and a deep pit more than thirty meters deep has been created beneath it.
The surface of the deep pit is incredibly smooth because the dense oxide formed by the calcination and tempering in the intense fire has been coated with an alloy layer composed of various elemental metals.
There are some transparent areas on the surface of the pit, through which you can see deep wires with loose ends and broken precision instruments.
Today, these expensive artifacts have all become raw materials for smelting in the flames.
The director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau in the basement was heartbroken. He could never have imagined that in just a few minutes, the wizard's methods would have melted more than 30 meters of the ground!
This is not just about the disappearance of countless funds.
This also means that the wizards who came to rescue people are more like the anti-terrorist force of the Northern Bear!
Judging from his current behavior, this wizard doesn't care about casualties at all, or even how many terrorists there are!
Good heavens, how come there are so many lunatics? — Since becoming the head of intelligence, he hadn't felt the urgent need for personal safety for a long time.
If this continues, the wizards outside will soon break through to this point!
At that time, once the hostages are rescued, there will be no way to negotiate!
He kept a close eye on the surveillance footage, estimating the exact location, and ordered his men to draw their guns and aim them at the blood-stained magic wizards lying on the operating table. If he sensed any danger, he was to immediately turn the negotiation into a kidnapping!
"Wizard outside, please do not make any rash moves! My men have already disarmed the system. For the safety of everyone here, please refrain from any actions and let me speak!"